#Instaverse is on Hiatus

July both started and finished as something of a personal disaster area for me, and so inevitably my work ended up suffering. Therefore, the decision was taken to call a halt to the #Instaverse, by which time I could not find the means by which to reintroduce them successfully back into my workflow.

August was always planned to be a month off (as there is no Short Story, either), and that’s still very much the case going forward. Therefore, the daily poetry is now scheduled to return on Monday, September 6th, which will also include the by now standard audio accompaniment.

Thank you for your understanding, and I’ll see you in a few weeks.

#Instaverse: Lies

I am becoming acutely aware of the disparity of what I know is taking place around me at any given moment and how my brain processes this information. It’s a disconnect, and this is not the first time I have felt this way before. It’s another part of the puzzle which I’ll deal with when I talk to the mental health people next week. Until then, here’s the reminder that your eyes sometimes lie to you because they’re not fast enough to process reality as it happens…

#Instaverse : April 27th, 2021 : Lies

#Instaverse: Blank

Monday’s optimism was a little tarnished today, mostly because I forgot Rule #1 of the Internet: don’t let other people’s success diminish your own achievement. Sometimes it can be hard to be objective, and then you remember all the good work you have done and everything is okay again. Everyone started somewhere, after all. This is as good a space as any for me to begin.

#Instaverse : April 26th, 2021 : Blank

#Instaverse: Different [1]

There will be a series of Instaverse poems about Difference [TM] going forward. These will undoubtedly correspond with the latest mental health journey I am currently taking, and I’m looking forward to finding new ways of expressing myself as this will link in with Patreon changes.

#Instaverse : April 22nd, 2021: Different [1]

#Instaverse: Uncertain

Anxiety is my nemesis right now, that and a rather significant sense of mental exhaustion. One is undoubtedly linked to the other, and are likely to increase in their ability to inconvenience as time goes on. This poem celebrates the day that I got my act together and resolved to sort out this issue once and for all… It won’t ever be totally fixed, but I can learn how to manage it better… and that’s where we are now. Onwards and upwards!

#Instaverse : April 20th, 2021 : Uncertain

#Instaverse: Disaster management

My Monday began with a broken kitchen sink tap. Everything was fixed by teatime, but in the intervening period, and awful lot changed. It’s odd how these things present themselves, as I remember the last time this happened. I appreciate all the support and understanding as a result. Welcome to a new stage of our journey 😀

#Instaverse : April 19th, 2021 : Disaster Management